My Job Loss: A Turning Point in My Relationship

Twenty-three was supposed to be a milestone birthday, a time of celebration and new beginnings. Instead, it marked the beginning of a string of unfortunate events. I lost my job, a harsh reality check that left me reeling.

The manager’s words still stung – “underperforming” was the official reason, but I knew it was more than that. It was a blow to my confidence, and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was somehow to blame.

But that was nothing compared to the news that awaited me at home. My girlfriend, Sarah, broke up with me, citing my job loss as the final straw. “You’re always second-guessing yourself,” she said, her voice tinged with frustration. “I’m tired of playing second fiddle to your inferiority complex.”

I was taken aback – an inferiority complex? I had no idea I had one. Wasn’t that just something people said to make themselves feel better? I thought it was a cop-out, a convenient excuse for her to get out of our relationship.

But as I looked back, I could see the signs. The way I’d doubt myself, the way I’d second-guess every decision. It was like I’d been living in a state of perpetual uncertainty, and Sarah had finally had enough.

As I stood there, feeling lost and alone, I couldn’t help but wonder – was she right? Did I have an inferiority complex? And if so, what did that mean for me, and for our future together?

Lauren’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she handed me the old valise, filled with memories from her past. “I was doing some spring cleaning on the weekend,” she said, “and I found this in one of my cupboards. I thought you might be interested.” She pulled out a few things, including an old passport, and some photographs.

“This is what I looked like when I was your age,” she said, showing me the passport photo. I looked at her date of birth in the passport, and I saw that it would have made her fifty-one years old, just one year younger than my mother. The picture showed her at about twenty-two, and she was no raving beauty, but she had a pretty face, and a lot of style about her.

“What else have you got in there?” I asked, looking at the valise. Lauren smiled, and pulled out some glossy photos, and magazine clippings. “Some stuff from my modelling days,” she said, her eyes sparkling with memories.

I wasn’t sure why Lauren wanted to show me what she looked like when she was young, but I was kind of keen to see more of her, after I saw her old passport photo. The fashions were very seventies, with short skirts, platform soles, and cheesecloth blouses, but the pictures showed that Lauren was a real looker back then.

“You had a good figure,” I said, understating the obvious, but I was thinking, You were totally fuckable back then, as I checked out her tits, as they were all those years ago, and let my eyes stray to the outline of her pussy in those blue bikini pants. “Well, all good things come to an end,” Lauren said, looking down at herself.

“Just then, the shift supervisor came into the room, and asked to speak to Lauren, so she left me at the table with her valise. I saw an old magazine in there, so I took it out and found it was a late 1970’s edition of Gateway magazine, which was a kind of weekly variety mag that they stopped publishing a few years back.

“They always used to have a picture of a girl in a bikini on the front cover, and then a few more pics of her inside on page four, and there on the cover was Lauren, in that blue satin bikini. The picture was taken from down low, so you couldn’t see much of her cleavage, but just the same, there was no ignoring those full, round, grabbable tits, and the angle of the sunlight was emphasising the outline of her pubic mound, underneath her blue bikini bottom.

“The picture was sexy, but in a playful way,” I said, looking at the magazine. Lauren smiled, and said, “I was a bit of a sex kitten back then.” I looked up at her, and saw that she was still pretty attractive, even at fifty-one, and for a moment, I forgot that she was old enough to be my mother, and just saw her as a woman, with a great body, and a wicked sense of humour.

Lights from the city reflected off the balcony’s railing as Lauren stood alone, lost in thought. She gazed down at the street below, her expression a mix of sadness and contemplation. I approached her, trying not to draw attention to myself, and said with a smile, “Don’t jump. It’s not worth it.”

Lauren turned her head, a hint of a smile on her face, and replied, “Things aren’t that bad yet.” She took a sip of her white wine, and set her glass down on the railing. I stood beside her, feeling a sense of comfort in her presence.

“Thanks for the kind words today,” she added, her voice barely above a whisper. I nodded, and she looked down at the ground, her eyes welling up with tears.

“I think it’s over,” Lauren said, her voice cracking with emotion. “I think Dougie’s a lost cause.” I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, and said, “He’s the one who’s losing out.”

“Look at you,” I said, gesturing towards her with my arms. “Any guy who’d rather spend his life pouring booze down his throat than be with someone like you needs his head examined.” Lauren looked up at me, her eyes searching for something.

“You’re sweet,” she said, her voice filled with emotion. Lauren moved forward and kissed me gently on the left cheek. It was a kiss of affection, but I could feel the warmth from her body, and I could smell her light, sexy, stylish perfume. A little wave of excitement washed over me, and I found myself wishing it was a sexual kiss.

Lauren held her face close to mine, her eyes locked on mine. For a moment, I thought she was about to kiss me on the lips. I felt a surge of anticipation, and my heart skipped a beat. But then, she pulled back, and I was left wondering if I had read the moment wrong.

“I’ll be sorry to see you go,” Lauren said, her voice barely above a whisper. “You’ve been a real friend to me, especially this last week.” I smiled, feeling a sense of gratitude towards her.

“That’s what friends are for,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren nodded, and we stood there for a moment, the only sound the distant hum of the city. I knew that I would miss working with her, and that our friendship was something special.

As we walked back into the house, Lauren’s hand slipped off my back, and we rejoined the others, who were laughing and chatting. Someone made a comment about us being a familiar sight, and there was a ripple of amusement. Lauren and I exchanged a glance, and then started talking to some of the other people.

The evening drew to a close, and soon the room was empty, except for Lauren, myself, and a couple of other nurses. They hugged me and wished me luck, before leaving, leaving us alone in the bar.

Lauren looked at me and smiled. “I don’t live far from here. Would you like to come home with me for some coffee? It’s just a short walk.”

I agreed, and we left the bar together. We walked in comfortable silence, enjoying each other’s company. As we strolled, I couldn’t help but steal glances at Lauren’s profile, her features illuminated by the streetlights.

When we reached her house, Lauren unlocked the door and stepped aside, allowing me to enter first. We walked into the living room, and I was struck by how neat and tidy everything was.

Lauren gestured to the couch, inviting me to sit down. “Make yourself at home,” she said, as she hung her purse on a hook.

We sat down together, and Lauren asked if I wanted coffee. I agreed, and we walked into the kitchen, where she began to make a fresh pot.

“Instant or percolated?” she asked, as she measured out the coffee grounds.

“Percolated would be lovely,” I replied, trying to sound suave.

Lauren smiled and plugged in the percolator. As it began to brew, she turned to me and said, “You know, Simon, I may never see you again after tonight, so I may as well say this.”

“What is it?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.

Lauren took a deep breath and looked away, her voice barely above a whisper. “Sometimes, you make me wish I was thirty years younger.”

I was taken aback by her words, but I tried to play it cool. “Remember those pictures of you on the beach? In the blue bikini?” I asked, trying to steer the conversation in a more lighthearted direction.

Lauren smiled and nodded, and I could see the tension between us begin to dissipate.

“I think I’d like to have known you back then,” I said, trying to be sincere.

Lauren looked up at me, her eyes locking onto mine. “But we’re here now,” she said, her voice husky.

I swallowed hard, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I, uh, like what I see,” I stuttered, trying to find the right words.

Lauren smiled and took my arm, leading me towards the door. “Come on, let’s go inside and have some coffee,” she said, her voice dripping with invitation.

We walked into the kitchen, and Lauren began to make the coffee. As we waited for it to brew, I couldn’t help but steal glances at her, my body humming with excitement.

Lauren caught me staring and smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re a bit of a hopeless romantic, aren’t you?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I blushed and looked away, feeling a sense of embarrassment.

As we sat down at the kitchen table, Lauren reached out and took my hand. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said, her voice sincere.

I looked at her, my heart pounding in my chest. “I’m glad I’m here too,” I replied, trying to sound calm.

Lauren squeezed my hand and smiled, her eyes locked onto mine. “I think we’re going to get along just fine,” she said, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I think you might be right,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

As we sat there, sipping our coffee and enjoying each other’s company, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation. I knew that something was about to happen, something that would change everything between us.

And then, without warning, Lauren leaned in and kissed me. It was a soft, gentle kiss, but it sent shivers down my spine.

As we broke apart for air, Lauren smiled up at me. “I’ve been wanting to do that all night,” she said, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I’ve been wanting you to,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren laughed and leaned in again, her lips brushing against mine. This time, it was a deeper, more passionate kiss, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment.

As we kissed, I could feel Lauren’s body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my frame. I felt a sense of excitement building inside me, a sense of anticipation that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren pulled back and looked up at me. “I think I’m going to take a walk,” she said, her voice husky.

“Where to?” I asked, feeling a sense of confusion.

Lauren smiled and leaned in close. “Down to my room, silly,” she whispered, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I’ll come with you,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bedroom. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “I just can’t wait to do this again,” she said, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I’m looking forward to it,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and leaned in close, her lips brushing against mine. This time, it was a deeper, more passionate kiss, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment.

As we kissed, I could feel Lauren’s body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my frame. I felt a sense of excitement building inside me, a sense of anticipation that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren pulled back and looked up at me. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said, her voice sincere.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I’m glad I’m here too,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bedroom. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “I think we should leave the light off,” she said, her voice husky.

“Okay,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bed. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “You’ve got a beautiful body,” she said, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bed. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “I think we should take our time,” she said, her voice husky.

“Okay,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bed. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “Are you going to undress me, or do I have to do it myself?” she asked, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I think I’ll take care of it,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and leaned in close, her lips brushing against mine. This time, it was a deeper, more passionate kiss, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment.

As we kissed, I could feel Lauren’s body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my frame. I felt a sense of excitement building inside me, a sense of anticipation that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren pulled back and looked up at me. “I’m glad you’re here,” she said, her voice sincere.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “I’m glad I’m here too,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bed. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “Let’s just leave the bedside light on,” she said, her voice husky.

“Okay,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bed. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of excitement building inside me.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “You’ve got a beautiful body,” she said, her voice husky.

I smiled back at her, feeling a sense of excitement building inside me. “Thank you,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and took my hand, leading me towards her bed. As we walked, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of anticipation, a sense that something amazing was about to happen.

And then, without warning, Lauren stopped and looked up at me. “Let’s just take things slow,” she said, her voice husky.

“Okay,” I replied, trying to sound casual.

Lauren smiled and leaned in close, her lips brushing against mine. This time, it was a deeper, more passionate kiss, and I felt myself getting lost in the moment.

As we kissed, I could feel Lauren’s body pressed against mine, her curves fitting perfectly against my frame. I felt a sense of excitement building inside me, a sense of anticipation that something amazing was about to happen.

As I gazed at Lauren’s exposed breasts, I couldn’t help but be drawn to their full, womanly curves. The gentle caress of my right hand sent shivers down her spine, and she leaned in for another soft, sensual kiss. Her blouse was next to go, tossed carelessly onto the pillow beside her.

“When I kissed you in the kitchen,” she began, her voice husky with desire, “I thought it would be under the covers, with the light off, so you couldn’t see my wrinkles and saggy bits.” She paused, her eyes locked on mine. “But you’re making me feel so sexy and desirable. No-one’s made me feel that way for a long time.”

“You are sexy and desirable,” I replied, brushing the hair from her forehead, my lips tracing a gentle path across her skin. “And judging by those pictures you showed me, you’ve been like that all your life.”

Lauren’s left nipple hardened slightly beneath my touch, and she whispered, “That’s nice.” I leaned in, my mouth closing over her nipple, the gentle suction sending shivers through her body. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed.

“I’d like to see if your bum is really as good as it looks in your work uniform,” I said, my voice low and husky. Lauren smiled, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “So, I think we should take your clothes off too.”

Lauren’s caramel-colored skirt fell to the floor, revealing a view that took my breath away. I reached out, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her bottom. “Now, that is a nice backside,” I breathed, my lips closing over hers in a soft, sensual kiss.

“Seen enough?” Lauren’s voice was husky, her eyes locked on mine. She was enjoying this, every moment of it.

“You are beautiful,” I said, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. “I can hardly believe you were worried about me seeing you naked, Lauren.”

Lauren’s eyes sparkled with amusement, her voice husky with desire. “And I can’t believe I’m standing here in front of you, with hardly anything on.”

Lauren’s lace bra and silk panties were the only things left between us, and I could feel my desire for her growing, building with every passing moment.

Lauren knelt down between my legs, her lips closing over mine in a soft, sensual kiss. “I feel a little self-conscious,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. “Standing here with no clothes on, while you’re fully dressed.”

But Lauren’s smile was mischievous, her eyes sparkling with desire. “So, I think we should take your clothes off too,” she said, her fingers undoing the buttons on my polo shirt.

I felt a surge of desire for Lauren, my hands reaching out to caress her skin, my lips tracing a gentle path across her chest. “I’d love to take your bra off,” I whispered, my eyes locked on hers.

Lauren’s smile was a little wry, her voice husky with desire. “I think you can take it from here.”

I lifted Lauren’s bra away from her breasts, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. Her nipples were a darkish pink, her areolae a little swollen. I stroked them gently with my thumbs, feeling them harden beneath my touch.

I leaned in, my mouth closing over her nipple, the gentle suction sending shivers through her body. She gasped, her eyes fluttering closed, her body arching towards mine.

“Ohh, Simon, that’s lovely,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “You are so good at that.”

I sucked and tasted Lauren’s nipple for a few moments, her body shuddering beneath mine. I took my mouth away, blowing gently on her nipple, which was wet with my saliva.

“That tickles,” Lauren whispered, her arms wrapping around my back, holding me close.

I sat back between Lauren’s legs, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. “You realise if you take them off, I’ll be completely naked, and you’ll still be fully dressed,” she said, her voice husky with desire.

But I just smiled, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her bottom. “It won’t take me long to get undressed when the time comes,” I said, my fingers working the crotch of her panties.

Lauren was watching me, her eyes locked on mine, as I worked my finger inside her panties. Her pubic hair was trimmed just a little at the sides, her skin smooth and fair.

“Are you thinking about going down on me?” Lauren asked, her voice a little hesitant.

“Is that okay?” I asked back, my eyes locked on hers. I wanted to taste her, to explore her, to pleasure her with my mouth.

Lauren swallowed, her eyes sparkling with desire. “No-one’s, umm,” she paused, “done that for a long time,” she continued, “But, I’d love it, if you really want to.”

I smiled, my fingers working the crotch of her panties. “What a waste,” I said, my lips closing over hers in a soft, sensual kiss.

I slid her panties down, revealing her beautiful pussy. Her inner lips were a slightly darker pinkish color, her fluids pooling there. I inhaled the sweet, musky scent of her pussy, my mouth watering in anticipation.

“You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Lauren,” I said, my fingers tracing the curve of her hips, the gentle swell of her bottom. “And no-one’s tasted you down there in all that time?” I looked at her, my eyes narrowing, my face cocked to one side.

Lauren shook her head, her eyes locked on mine. “I’ll have to rectify that situation,” I said, my lips closing over hers in a soft, sensual kiss.

I leaned down, my tongue probing the opening of her pussy, tasting the sweet, musky fluids that were pooling there. I ran the tip of my tongue down between her inner lips, coating it with her juices, spreading them on my tongue so I could experience her flavor.

Lauren’s pussy was oozing more than I could swallow, and I felt a surge of desire for her, my need to have this woman becoming more urgent with every passing moment.

I probed the opening of her pussy, ever so gently, tasting the core of Lauren’s womanhood. I worked my tongue back up, to gently brush her clitoris, feeling it harden beneath my touch.

Lauren’s body shuddered, her eyes locking on mine. “Simon, that’s beautiful,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. “You are so good at that!”

I repositioned myself slightly, so I could suck Lauren’s clit properly. I placed my mouth over it, with my lips liberally coated with her juices, moving my head back and forth just slightly, applying the gentlest of suction to her sensitive clit.

Lauren’s body arched towards mine, her chest shuddering, her eyes locked on mine. “Ohh! Simon, I’m coming!” she cried, her voice urgent, her body bucking towards mine.

I was caught off guard by the speed and intensity of her orgasm, but I was pleased with myself for giving her such pleasure. Lauren relaxed, her body going limp, her eyes closing in satisfaction.

“Come here,” she whispered, her arms wrapping around me, holding me close.

I kissed her softly on the mouth, my lips tracing a gentle path across her skin. “I can taste myself,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire.

I smiled, my lips closing over hers in a soft, sensual kiss.

As I lay there, Lauren’s husky voice sent shivers down my spine. “You know, I could return the favour if you like,” she said, her left hand reaching down to stroke me through my jeans. “But I think we can find something more productive to do with this just now. Don’t you?” I felt a spark of excitement ignite within me, and I couldn’t help but agree.

“I think we could come up with something, if we put our heads together,” I said, trying to play it cool. Lauren’s playful smile was all the answer I needed. “It wasn’t really our heads I was thinking about putting together,” she teased, “but you seem a little overdressed, if we’re going to take this any further.”

Lauren’s left hand found the zipper on my jeans, and she gently unzipped it, her fingers brushing against my skin. I felt a rush of desire as she reached inside to stroke my hard cock. “I’m on fire,” she whispered, her eyes locked on mine. She lifted her head to kiss me on the mouth again, and I felt myself melting into her touch.

After breaking our kiss, I rolled onto my back on Lauren’s right side on the bed, and took off my jeans and underpants. My hard cock was rampant, and Lauren gently stroked along it with her right thumb and forefinger. “I hope I can do that thing justice,” she said, her eyes sparkling with desire.

I knelt between Lauren’s legs, ready to continue, but she said, “I think you should take your shirt off, too.” She looked down at herself and said, “After all, I’m naked, you should be, too.” I peeled my polo shirt off, and tossed it on the floor with my jeans, feeling a sense of freedom and abandon.

As I lay down and embraced Lauren’s naked body on the bed, I felt a rush of excitement and intimacy. We kissed passionately for a moment or two, and it was clear that we both wanted more. I reached down, and gently felt for the opening of Lauren’s pussy. She was oozing fluids, her pussy pouting, and more than ready to accept my rigid cock.

I used my right hand to guide my cock to the entrance, and gently slid it inside. I was surprised to find the fit of my cock inside her was quite snug, and I took about three gentle strokes before I was fully inside her. The walls of her pussy seemed to hug my cock, and to mould themselves to its shape.

“Are you okay?” I asked, feeling a surge of concern. But Lauren just smiled, her eyes locked on mine. “I’m more than just okay, Simon. I’m fantastic!” she said, her voice full of enthusiasm. She pulled my face to hers, and gave me a quick kiss, and said, “You’re fantastic. This is beautiful. I can hardly describe it.”

I kissed Lauren’s mouth again, keeping the rhythm going as I fucked her. “You made me come before, so if you feel like you need to come, just go for it. It’ll be okay,” she whispered, her voice husky with desire. I felt a surge of excitement, and I knew I was close to coming.

“What about you?” I asked, giving her a quick kiss before she answered. “That’s okay, I’ve got a feeling we’ll be having a few encores after this,” she smiled, hugging me to her. I decided to pick up the pace a little, thrusting faster, going a little deeper.

“That’s the way,” Lauren said, her voice straining with desire. I started to fuck her harder, deeper, sensing that Lauren wanted to be fucked harder. I could feel my cock leaving her pussy with each out-stroke, and then thrusting back inside again, going deep.

“Are you close?” Lauren asked, her voice urgent. “I think so,” I answered, feeling the pleasure building up. Lauren’s low moan came next, followed by a quivering, “Ohh, ohh, ohhhh!!” sound. She closed her eyes, and the rhythmic tilt of her pelvis changed to a thrusting motion, driving my unyielding cock further into her soft, wet, snug pussy with each stroke.

Lauren was giving as much as she was taking, putting her heart and soul into this. She threw her head back on the pillow, squeezing her eyes shut, making a rasping sound in her throat, and saying, “Yyyesss!! Simon, that’s perfect!” I felt my own orgasm bursting inside me, as waves of pleasure started at the base of my cock, and rebounded from one end of me to the other.

Lauren had still not completely finished, as I came back to reality. Her arms were locked around me, surprising me with her strength for a moment, and she opened her eyes, and her whole body relaxed underneath me. She sighed, and pulled my head down, kissing me deeply, one last time, then said, simply “Oh, my god!”

“Did you like that?” I asked, still trying to process what had just happened. “Couldn’t you tell?” she smiled up at me, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

My cock was half-hard, still resting inside her pussy, and I felt a gush of fluid. Lauren put her hand down under herself and said, “You flooded me.” Then a quick breath, and she continued, “I’d forgotten how much a young man leaves behind. It’s been so long.”

I lay down next to her, on her right, too worn out by the hard sex we had just had, to remain on top any longer. Lauren turned onto her right side, and put her left arm around me. “That was absolutely amazing,” she said, in a soft voice, as she got her breath back, “I haven’t had sex like that for years.”

“It’s been a while for me, too,” I said, smiling back. It was true, because I hadn’t been with a woman since my girlfriend had dumped me. Lauren smiled, that mischievous look returning again. “Well, I think we both have some lost time to make up for, don’t you?” We had one more warm, lingering kiss, and then she cuddled up to me, in her bed, in her room, in her quiet suburban street.